Kafka has the famous parable “Trees in the Snow”. I quote from memory, as I remembered from a young age: “Because we are like trees in the snow. They lie, and it seems that come up, push - and they will move. But when you push them, you see that they are motionless, frozen, became dead as stone, and there is no power that could move them. But go - after all, it just seems. ” Only it seems ... In the snow. And rot! It seems to me a very long time that this dead bewood in Russia will not move.